Azura stood there in the hallway like an abandoned grocery bag, watching the spot where Selena had vanished into the eldritch abyss of pack politics.
Well. That was... unhelpful.
She had come here with one simple mission: stalk Selena until she was convinced the girl no longer held a grudge, confirm her repentance was accepted, and then go home and take a nap. Simple. Clean. Efficient.
But now? She wasn't sure if she had succeeded, failed, or accidentally signed up for a cult. Instead of answers, she had more questions. Instead of relief, she had a vague sense of dread. She had somehow triggered a side quest where Selena looked at her like she was a stray puppy that needed adopting, and now there was a mysterious "I'll take care of it" hanging over her head like a sword of Damocles made of confusion.
